Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Wings,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.